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Puissant Of Kandarin

Puissant Of Kandarin

By Wade Lancaster

Authors’ Foreword

This is the story of Puissant One. A character created within the online game Runescape, by the Gower Brothers, Andrew, Ian and Paul now known as Jagex. Puissant One was created on 6, October 2006 and is found publically as “Adventures of a Noob.” Though the character himself is a real played avatar this story is both factual and fictional. The cities, area, events and non-player characters (NPC) are found in-game and many sites contain complete information. This story is not endorsed by or officially Jagex. It is an account of the authors experience while playing the game. The skills, quest and items are part of the game experience. The story line is and account of this players direction of play. Other persons may see it differently. Many of the stories (quest) have a certain outcome. However, many things are random for different players depending on the direction chosen. Runescape is a FREE MMORPG but also has member privileges. Puissant One is based on a paid subscription.

Book One – Chapter One – Part One

The Awakening

“Wake up Puissantius! Why are you shaking? Wake up. We are arriving at port in a few minutes, hurry and gather your things.” Sir Isaac screams out at him. The last thing he remembers; the sound of waves crashing against the wooden bow indicates we have left harbor. The ships gentle rocking with the waves is peaceful. Listening, he can hear the ship’s crew bustling about, the first mate calls out commands directing each member on the task at hand. He was still not sure why the emperor had ordered him taken, shackled like a common criminal, and thrown into the depths of this sailing ships hold. But he’s not alone, as there are others chained together with him. Most do not speak. Some cry while others just sleep. Sleep seems like a good way to pass the time, for he was told the journey will be long until reaching the land of his ancestors. He knows he has abilities and gifts superior to others. One of the gods visited with him many times during his childhood. Clamoring to his feet he follows Sir Isaacs’s orders.

As he climbed the old oak ladder, imagining how many souls have stepped on these rungs, thinking what sights did they see once they were deck side? As he rose through the hatch, the ship was only a few thousand feet from the port. As they slowly sailed up the river Lum toward the dock he could see the city emerging through the fog. Seeing the beautiful city filled with kindness, peace, and prosperity, he recalled the name Lumbridge. Puissantius learned all the basic skills taught by his tutors in the small village where he was raised . Fire making is the most basic of skills. With fire one can burn logs, cook foods, and smelt metals. He is here to hone his skills and to learn many others. This much he knows from the day Sir Isaac came to his parents’ home with the warrant. His parents were not really his parents of birth. He was told this by the couple after his age of ascension. He was born in Kandarin on the hour of 11 at the 43rd minute of sunrise. This was the sixteenth day of our new season. The year was 169 in the fifth age. So when you ask me when I was born I can tell you this in truth. It really means nothing for you. My origin, how I learned to measure time, everything about me… before I came to your world… is mysterious for your mind. These words have stuck in his head since the day our emperor summoned him to the imperial kingdom. And now he was here, to begin the training that will either destroy or create. In a place where the god wars left an entire region barren. Where knights of white and black armor compete to win a war. One where a balance only can exist in a juxtaposition of green and blue tears. Happiness abounds. And glorious beings of light… the light that shines in us all glistens. We are the dust of stars, rare to behold. Even rarer is true love. He thinks of her… He remembers how beautiful the rare love they once shared was. About the way best friends laughed and talk. It was once the grandest time in their lives. Amazing memories, shared as one… until the shallow pan destroyed everything. “Hey you! Give me a hand with this rope!” a deck hand shouts out to him. He grabs hold of the ropes end, lashing it to the bollard. In one quick motion lashes the hawser, through the hawser hole on the dock. Several men assist with the final tug to fasten the sailing vessel to rest.

Grabbing all his belongings and gear he walks the plank to the shore. He can smell the food being cooked in the nearby shops. And the smell of ash produced by coal from the burning fires of smelters for a blacksmith. The clang of hammers pounding against anvil producing weapons, nails and armor. Seagulls gather around on the docks. Each hoping for a small morsel as fishermen land nets from the seas harvest. The Town Crier calls the day’s most recent news. Nearby a bard sits upon a rock nestled under a grand oak tree. People gather around and find rest within the music of his lyre. In the distance, across an arch stone bridge he can see goblins marching around waiting for a challenge from new arrivals. There are fields of wheat, onion, cabbage and fences containing cattle, chickens and sheep. He can smell fear in the air, and this excites him. As he puts his belonging down on the street of cobblestone he finds a bronze dagger. Quickly he grabs it up and places it in the worn belt under his cloak. This could be useful or save his life against highwaymen. Soon he shall begin a sabbatical journey, one of leave from the providence he has known as home. The old wise man of his region told him one day of his birth. In as much his death. Yet he will not remain dead. As the gods have given him a gift of immortality. He has heard of the many creatures, races and beings of power fight for the favor of gods. Of strange creatures who hold keys and guard doors to other realms. Somehow he is the one who will decide. It seems such a cruel and meaningless place for a young man to be. He wanted only to live, marry and die as most folk. Still he hungers inside for more than simplicity. “Are you daydreaming again Puissantius.” Sir Isaac said. “Come, get you things and follow me. We must see the duke.” They walked through the opening in a tall and thick stone wall to where a fountain spilled water into a flower garden. As he passed through he heard the bells of a church ringing to his left. There was a graveyard to the rear of the cathedral. It was surrounded by an old iron fence with a gate. He thought it odd that this castle did not have a gate either. Only two large watchtowers on each side of the entrance. There are 9 cannons on top of the palace and you could hear the sounds of steel boots as they marched on the top level. Large yew doors as thick as the trees they were hewn from graced the opening leading into the castle. A large rat ran in circles near a spiral staircase. The rat was circling something on the floor. As they approached he could see it was round and shaped like a cookie that seemed to be emitting some power. He picked it up and saw it had the markings of the mind sign. This must be a Rune – a mind rune. He had basic training about these magical essence, when held near an altar containing peculiar qualities would absorb and retain magic. When used in combination with other runes the wielder could cast spells of great power. He places the object in his pack as they ascend the stairs. Looking back at the stair base the rune suddenly reappeared precisely where it was before. He felt his pack, the one he picked up was still there. They reached the second floor of the castle and he could hear the sound of a spinning wheel making wool. They walked past the room where there was someone making balls of string. At the center of the hall they entered through a large oak door to where a man dressed in fine clothing stood. “Hello Duke Horatio!” said Sir Isaac. The duke turned and greeted us. “Hail Sir Isaac! What can I do for you today? Ah this must be the young lad Sir Tiffany wrote to me about. The gifted one! Nice to meet you lad. Now I am a busy man, busy indeed! I have a kingdom to run. Lumbridge has many needs. I have many things to do. Now hurry along. Come see me when you are ready to help me with this dragon. A nasty one he is. And these HAMs they too need to be dealt with. Oh and the cook. He needs help to. So much to do! Blessed be Saradomin.”

Sir Isaac turned and motions for me to follow him. Heading back to the staircase where they climbed to the third level. “Here is a bank. Talk with the person behind the counter. Here take these 10 coins and open an account. You can also store any items you do not want to carry with you or ones of value here.” Puissantius completes the bank transaction then walks into the hall where Sir Isaac was waiting. He turned and preceded down the stairs to the first floor and continued out into the courtyard by the fountain. “Okay Puissantius. I will depart now and leave you to your own doings. Learn as much as you can and make every attempt to earn money. At some point you will be called upon by people to perform duties. Be wary of your surroundings. Should you die… and you will… you will find yourself here near this fountain. Good luck. Praise Saradomin!” And he pulled a strange blue colored square tablet, threw it on the ground and vanished. “But wait!” Puissantius said. It was too late. Puissantius stood alone in the shadows of the blue-grey walls in the courtyard, beside the fountain.

Authors Post Notes

This is a first draft. I know it is poorly written, lacking many details. Details give the reader a clearer image of the area the writer is attempting to visualize. I wanted to see how the story looks in this WP Theme. The story (my story) in now in its ninth year. I imagine I could write many books about the character and the adventures he took along this journey. There was a book written a long time ago about the game. Runescape is a vast story in itself. As of today there are 220 quest and 27 skills. As of this writing I have only completed 175 quest, 5 in-progress and 40 not yet started. Of the skills I have only mastered five. (Farming, Fletching, Cooking, Firemaking, Thieving) A player has mastered a skill once you reach level 99. At level 99 a player can purchase a Master Cape from the NPC who is that skills master for 100,000 coins. Once you have more than one 99 skill all master capes become “trimmed” indicating to other players in game you have more than one 99 skill. One will need to gain a total of 13, 034,431 XP (experience) in any skill to reach level 99 with the exception of Dungeoneering which tops out at 120. At level 120 a player will need 104 million XP. The total XP for any skill is 200 million XP. Currently I have 122,999,335 TOTAL XP distributed among all skills. But there is about 5,500,000,000 XP total for all skills combined. My worldwide rank is 183,063 out of 245,153,000 accounts.

Thank-you Noorain! I appreciate your wonderful comment. How very nice! The story is a very rough draft indeed. Honestly I did not put enough effort in it. The story is far more interesting, I am working on it 😊 It is a fantastic adventure of a character I hope will bring some enjoyment for you in the future. Thanks for following!